Every time Haruki wrote it hurt.

All he could think of was when this very pen was wielded as a weapon.

He was meant to be the golden heir, not a poet.

He remember vividly when this very pen that brought him freedom was used to cause pain;

His father's yelling.

The blood.

The stench of ink mixing with blood...

After she came along writing felt less like fear.

It was a way to get his emotions on pa...

This had to be the worst commission yet...

Not only did she have to assassinate royalty but she also couldn't refuse or slice the throat of the client. Well, she could slice his throat but what if he wasn't bluffing?

Had he really prepared a diary entry with her name this morning?

Nobody knew her real name yet when he stated it there was such power behind his words.

Even if it were a bluf...

"Darkness, get your ass in here and show the medic around!"

Her owner barked, such an obnoxious drunk, yet she reluctantly obeyed.

'Darkness' had many forms capable of shifting form from the very shadows that surrounded this manor and it's past.

She entered the kitchen, her eyes downcast; playing the submissive role, it always hurt less if she behaved as he'd decrease the lashings.

She then ...

Cain Hawkeye, a wanted man, sprawled on the flour-covered floor.

Was Nyx's eyes deceiving him?!

The most wanted man in the slumps covered in flour from a failed attempt at cupcakes?

Cain chuckles and sends a playful glare at two teens.

'Were those two apart of the gang too?' Nyx thought to himself.

Then a sickeningly painful headache shook through Nyx's body.

Memories flooded behind his...

Nyx, the abandoned orphan, the fire at his orphanage left few survivors.

Nyx bore

burn marks; it was a miracle he survived. It was miracle that gang of outlaws were

passing through this very town. For if they hadn't the child would've been in an early

grave. Nyx was small for his age; malnourished, scrawny, downright pitiful. The

gang's medic, Iris, whose name Nyx didn’t yet know had heal...